Hong Kong film: The cop backs down, the ladies beg me to check his license.

Ye Tian leaned back lazily in his chair: "It's a pity it's just internal strife within the club, it's boring, I can't really let loose."

Liang Kun rolled his eyes at him: "Come on, I know you too well. You've been wanting to beat up that fat guy for a while now, haven't you?"

Ye Tian laughed heartily: "The big boss really understands me. It's just North Point, no big deal."

At this moment, Liang Kun put away his usual manic manner and became more serious: "Tian, ​​be careful, don't let things go wrong."

Ye Tian smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't turn out well. Fatty Li wants to fight, right? Let him have his way. Three days, three days at most. If he doesn't throw a banquet to apologize, I'll consider him tough."

Handsome Kun was surprised: "Three days? Isn't that too tight?"

Ye Tian shook his head: "Three days is enough."

"What are you planning to do?"

"We don't even need to use the main force of our gang to deal with a fat guy like Li." Ye Tian sat up straight. "Brother Kun, during this time, you should spend more time connecting with the other gang leaders, finalize the cinema deal as soon as possible, and launder the money. There are opportunities everywhere in Hong Kong now, what we lack is capital. We have enough capital, we can earn as much as we want."

Handsome Kun was intrigued, but still uneasy: "Then tell me, what exactly are you planning to do about him?"

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Ye Tian held up three fingers: "There are only three legitimate ways to deal with a triad branch."

"First, eliminate his key subordinates. That's a no-brainer. In North Point, only Tai Fei and Greyhound are capable fighters, and they didn't offer any help at the Gathering Hall earlier."

Liang Kun nodded: "Da Fei is indeed a talented person. Neither of them will genuinely help Fatty Lai."

"Second, cut off his source of income." Ye Tian lowered his second finger. "War is about money. If you want him to submit quickly, you have to hurt him, make him feel the pain. Where does Fatty Li's source of income lie?"

"Salty and Wet Magazine!"

"Yes. He's not very good at running a magazine, but he's been in this business for a long time, has a high market share, and has made a lot of money. We'll make sure that this issue of his magazine doesn't sell a single copy."

Handsome Kun frowned: "There are so many lewd men in Hong Kong, it's no use warning each newsstand one by one."

Ye Tian laughed: "Brother Kun, you're thinking wrong. We just need to target the producers. His printing plant and distribution company are right there. Just prevent his magazines from being printed and distributed, and that'll solve the problem, won't it?"

Liang Kun suddenly realized, slapping his thigh: "That's ruthless! Magazines are his lifeline and his main source of cash. If they stop appearing, the market will be snatched away by others, which is worse than killing him!"

Ye Tian lowered his third finger: "Third, target his men. Dafei and Greyhound won't move, but he still has some men at headquarters. The gang rules forbid deaths, so we won't. If he dares to send anyone out, send one to the hospital. We're 'good brothers,' we'll call the ambulance, and the medical bills... of course, he'll have to pay for them himself."

Liang Kun's eyes lit up, and he pointed at Ye Tian: "You little brat...you're really ruthless! This isn't a fight, it's bleeding him dry! How many times can his meager savings cover his medical bills?"

Ye Tian sneered: "Why do you think he looks down on the other hall masters? Because he can earn 'clean' money directly without needing to launder it. His erotic magazine is itself a money laundering channel."

Young Kun immediately felt jealous of Fatty Lai and said viciously, "Tin, this is your job. Go and make him suffer!"

"So how much money are you prepared to spend on this war?"

"Two million, is that enough?"

Ye Tian gave a thumbs up: "The whole setup for the Wo Shing Wo triad's leader only costs two million. You're spending two million on a triad internal war? That's generous! Okay, I'll add two million too. We'll use four million to teach Fatty Lai a lesson he'll never forget. Don't worry, in the end, we'll still have to take that money out of his pocket."

He turned to Lin Fu and said, "Fu, go to Tsim Sha Tsui and find someone..."

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Bang! Crash!

Fat Li returned to his residence and smashed everything he could. His face was swollen and shiny, his nose and eyes were squeezed together, and his mouth was cracked; he looked miserable.

"Bastard Lung Kwan! Bastard Yip Tin! Bastard Chiang Tin-sang! The entire Hung Hing family deserves to die!"

He went to the hospital first. After the doctor examined him, his eyes were filled with sympathy. The superficial wounds were nothing to worry about; they just needed to heal. The real problem was that someone had kicked him in the groin, injuring a vital area.

The doctor told him very clearly, "During this period, sexual intercourse is absolutely prohibited, and you must not look at any stimulating materials to avoid arousing impulses. Your partner was rough and injured your corpus cavernosum; the situation is not optimistic. You must rest, avoid strenuous exercise, and refrain from any sexual stimulation. Otherwise... you might not be able to continue."

Fatty Li nearly collapsed to the ground after hearing this. He was in his prime, with a strong sex drive, and as the owner of a smut magazine, he was never short of women. If he were really ruined... he didn't even want to think about it.

He hated everyone present. The scene was chaotic; he had no idea who had kicked him. Since he couldn't find the specific person, he decided to hate everyone!

Carefully lying back on the bed, Fatty Li's mind replayed the scene at the Gathering of Righteousness Hall. Although he had declared that a fight would begin today, he didn't believe that Liang Kun and Ye Tian, ​​those two "brutes," would act immediately. In his view, those two were brainless brutes; for a hall master or henchman to personally risk their lives was beneath them. A true leader should strategize and let his underlings fight.

"Those two thugs, a little money and they'll work their lives for you. Tomorrow, give Dafei and Greyhound some more money, and they'll be as obedient as dogs. Tomorrow, we'll teach those two bastards in Mong Kok a lesson! And Jiang Tiansheng... I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Filled with resentment, he drifted off to sleep.

Ring ring!

The shrill ringing of the telephone shattered the deathly silence of just past four in the morning.

Fatty Li was startled awake, filled with rage. He had finally managed to fall asleep!

"Who?! You better have something really serious to tell me, or I'll kill you!" he yelled into the microphone.

The printing factory manager's panicked, tearful voice came through the phone: "Boss! Something terrible has happened! The road more than a mile outside our printing factory has been littered with triangular nails! Delivery trucks can't get in or out; they're all stuck on the road!"

Fatty Li, fast asleep, said impatiently, "You're bothering me with this kind of trivial matter? I'll deal with you later!" He then hung up the phone and tossed it aside.

A few seconds later, he suddenly jolted awake and was fully awake.

A printing press?! Today is the day the magazine is printed and released!

He hurriedly tried to get out of bed to find his phone, but the movement was too big and he accidentally aggravated the injury in his genitals.

"Awooo!!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the room. Fatty Li curled up like a shrimp, his hands clutching his groin tightly. Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and his face turned deathly pale. He writhed on the bed for a long time before finally managing to catch his breath.

"Please don't let anything happen... please don't let him/her be crippled..."

He endured the excruciating pain, slowly moved off the bed, found his phone which had been thrown far away, and quickly called the factory manager back.

"I wasn't fully awake! What happened? Tell me in detail!"

The factory manager's cries grew even more desperate: "Boss, someone's deliberately sabotaging us! The road is covered with nails, more than a mile long! I sent people to scout ahead, and there are more two miles away! All our trucks have flat tires and are stranded on the road! If we can't deliver the magazine today, this issue is ruined, the losses will be enormous!"

Fat Li's vision blurred, but he forced himself to shout, "Get everyone in the factory out to clear the road!"

"We can't get rid of them, boss! Those nails are long and sharp. The workers got cuts and bruises on their hands and feet when they went up to clear them. Now nobody dares to go up!"

Fat Li gritted his teeth: "I'll call my underlings over now. We'll carry it out by hand, we'll get the magazine out there!"

He immediately made a call to mobilize his subordinates. His heart was bleeding. Making his underlings do the work meant he'd have to pay them tea money and hardship fees, and the cost of this issue of the magazine was about to multiply several times over.

"Handsome Kun! Yip Tin! You guys are so vicious!"

He had just caught his breath and was about to lie down when the phone rang again.

A sense of foreboding washed over him. He answered the phone, his voice trembling.

The factory manager, his voice hoarse from crying, cried out, "Boss! Something terrible has happened! The guys we sent out to deliver magazines were all beaten up shortly after leaving the factory! Their arms and legs were broken, and they were left on the roadside! They're all in the hospital now! I've paid some of the money, but it's not enough! Boss, please send money quickly to save their lives!"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Li felt dizzy, his ears were ringing, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.

He screamed, "Who...who did this?"

The factory manager strained so hard that his fingertips lost all color, and the area around his fingernails turned bluish-white. On his slender neck, his throat felt like a hard core stuck in it, rolling up and down three times before he finally managed to squeeze out a sound from his clenched teeth, a sound that seemed to be pulled out from a broken bellows.

"Brothers... cling to the ambulance door and make sure you recognize it. It's Wu Zhaonan from the Number Gang... who personally led the team."

Wu Zhaonan?